Sunday, 19 July 2015

Here I Am

Well I am almost too ashamed to turn up again after all this time. It's not an acceptable excuse to say that I have been a bit overwhelmed but tis true so there you are. I have lurked around other people's blogs but that's been about it. The thing is as well, when it comes to blogging, when I don't do it - there's the guilt you see. The laptop stares at me with an air of reproach so that I start avoiding it. This is especially unfortunate because this is where I keep track of the family finances and my tendency not to believe the state of our finances unless I see them with my own eyes, can lead to dangerous levels of spending, based on my mind-fantasy bank balance.

So the main event of the week and it was quite a big main thing, was the graduation of FOW 1 from York University with First Class Honours no less. (Sorry - you had to be told) Of course, those of you with superior geography skills will have noticed that Devon is a long way from York so it is quite a trek to get everyone there. 

Still, what a lovely day. I have never been to anything like that before and found the whole thing quite emotional. Greg Dyke is the chancellor of York Uni so he gave the certificates out. I have decided that I like Greg Dyke. (This will come as a huge relief to him, I am sure) He gave a brilliant no-nonsense speech and encouraged people not to stay in jobs they hated because life is too short. He just managed to qualify this statement in time to stop 50% of the parents in the room handing in their notice. Apparently, this advice was just for the students - pity. Then the whole room fell silent as the sister of a student collected the degree on her behalf. We all knew that it had all got too much for this student and she had taken her own life at the beginning of the final academic year. Maybe, it is the Christian in me that always thinks when I hear of such things, that all things can be sorted or come back from, given time. It is so sad when people lose sight of  this. You feel so much for what she must have been going through and what her family are going through now. It kind of puts everything into perspective.

Later on, FOW1 took us on a route march to King's Manor which is where Archaeology is studied. ("It's not a long walk. I do it all the time." I AM IN NEW SHOES! ) So we stood around and had champagne and wraps with unidentifiable green sort of doughy stuff in them, while I tried to stem the blood coursing out of my heels. Then there were special awards given out. The Most Jolly Person Award (or something like that) went to a pipe smoking, lesbian, C of E girl which was all very nice - academia eh? I shook a few sort of professory people's hands and tried to look clever - not always that easy when you have half a loo roll stuffed down the back of your shoes. But, the sun shone and everyone was very pleasant. He goes back there in September to do a Masters in Digital Heritage (No, me neither) 

Back to work tomorrow. Has to be done but lovely memories of a great day. Hargreaves Towers on Tour for one of the last times maybe. Thankful as always.



  1. I fear that "Digital Heritage" may be the study of LPs and 45s.
    Jane x

  2. What a good day. I'm going to grandson's today. No new shoes.

  3. Well done - I wore OLD shoes for daughter's wedding in June, because they were the right colour and true Essex-girl stilettoes, but I knew I could wear them for a few hours and not get too many blisters. But when the ceilidh started, I changed into some really boring flat shoes and danced my heart out in safety! Congrats to clever son [clearly has inherited Mums genes] Hope your feet have recovered

  4. This post made me happy in so many ways. Conngratulations to FOW1 for that brilliant result and all the hard work it represents. I love York - it's possibly my favourite plea on Planet Earth. I went to university there, and your post brought back so many happy memories. And as a woman who resolved, a while ago now, never to wear uncomfortable shoes again even if that meant changing the entire wardrobe, I felt able to sympathise from a happy distance. Kings Manor . . . That campus . . . such a vivid and wonderful time. Thank you!

    1. Glad you enjoyed the memories. It is, as you say, a special place.


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